He Chose Her, So I Refused to Become His Luna Chapter 03

In the end, the movers are the ones who open the door for me.

I show them the purchase agreement, payment records, and property documents, proving that I’m only here

to collect the belongings that belong to me.

After the Pack elders confirm everything, they finally let me in.

William stands nearby the entire time, his expression cold enough to freeze the room.

“Do you really have to make this so ugly?”

I ignore him.

More than a dozen cardboard boxes are already stacked in the middle of the living room, each one clearly

labeled.

Clothes. Jewelry. Books. Medication. Personal belongings.

Even the things Nathan and I picked out together over the years have been packed away without leaving a

single piece behind.

Marcus walks out of the nursery with the last roll of packing tape in his hand.

He has always been the most organized one of the four.

Whenever I traveled to another Pack for training, he was the one who took care of Oreo. He would reorganize

the food in my refrigerator by expiration date and sort my medications and vitamins into separate

containers.

But now, with that same calm and careful efficiency, he is helping them remove me from this home.

“Everything is packed.”

I don’t answer. Instead, I push open the nursery door.

The room has been completely transformed.

The crib we prepared for our baby is gone. The moon–and–cloud lights we hung on the walls have been taken down.

Not a single one of the tiny outfits I personally picked out remains in the closet.

Jasmine’s easel stands by the window. Her suitcase is open, and dresses are hanging inside the closet that was supposed to hold my baby’s clothes.

There’s even a photograph sitting on the desk.

In it, Jasmine is surrounded by the four men, all celebrating her birthday.

Nathan stands behind her, lowering his head as he fastens a necklace around her neck.

I stare at the picture for several seconds before finally speaking.

“Where are my baby’s things?”

No one answers.

Marcus looks away.

“Keeping them here would only make you relive the painful memories, so I took care of them for you.”

My ears start ringing, “What did you do with them?”

Marcus is silent for a moment, “I threw them away.”

I turn and rush downstairs.

The trash bins behind the Alpha House are already empty. The garbage truck has just left through the back entrance, leaving only dirty water and tire tracks across the pavement.

I run after it.

The movement pulls painfully at my healing incision, and every step feels like it’s tearing me apart, but I can’t

stop.

William keeps calling my name behind me.

I don’t look back.

Then something on the side of the road catches my eye.

A tiny pale–yellow sock.

It’s covered in dust and has been run over by a tire. The soft fabric is stained and filthy.

I crouch down and pick it up.

A few crooked words are embroidered around the top.

[Grow up safe and happy.]

It’s the first gift the four of them buy for my baby after they learn I’m pregnant.

That day, they crowd around me, excitedly arguing over who gets to be the baby’s Godfather. They even compete over who will be the one to teach my child how to train and control their wolf.

And now, they are the ones who personally throw that little sock into the garbage truck.

My fingers tighten around it.

Footsteps approach from behind.

Jasmine has followed me downstairs.

Her eyes are red as she speaks carefully.

“I didn’t know this was the baby’s room.”

“If you’re uncomfortable with me being here, I can move out.”

The moment she finishes speaking, Marcus steps in front of her.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

He looks at me, his voice still calm and controlled.

“The room is already cleared out. Do you expect us to leave everything there forever, so everyone has to look

at those things every day and grieve with you?”

I lower my eyes to the tiny sock in my hand, “Who threw them away?”

Marcus doesn’t answer.

I raise my head and ask again, “Who threw them away?”

He finally meets my eyes.

“All four of us made that decision together. If you want someone to blame, blame me. Don’t put this on

Jasmine.”

I nod, “Okay. I’ll remember that.”

The movers begin carrying the boxes downstairs one by one.

I don’t take much.

My identification documents, medication, a few changes of clothes, and Oreo.

Everything else can stay.

When the last box is carried out, Nathan finally returns.

He stands in the doorway of the half–empty walk–in closet, and his expression slowly changes.

“Where are you going?”

“To a hotel.”

He takes a new key from his pocket.

“We only changed the lock and access code temporarily for Jasmine’s safety. This is a spare key.”

“Once her situation is taken care of, this is still your home.”

I hold out my hand.

Nathan visibly relaxes, thinking I’m finally willing to accept his arrangement.

But when the key drops into my palm, I only look at it once.

Then I turn and toss it into the trash can beside the door.

“A place where my cat isn’t allowed isn’t my home.”

Nathan’s expression freezes.

I glance once more at the empty nursery.

“A place where even my baby’s things couldn’t stay isn’t my home either.”

“What exactly are you trying to pull?”

Nathan reaches for me.

I tighten my arms around Oreo and step aside.

His fingertips brush the edge of my sleeve, but in the end, he catches nothing.

In ten years, this is the first time I’ve ever stepped away from Nathan.

It’s also the first time I don’t stand there waiting for him to come after me.

Because this time, I don’t want to wait anymore.